Chen Zong stood leisurely carrying the giant mahogany coffin.
Surrounded by a sea of yellow-brown people.
The crowds swarmed the center.
He and Huang Zhengming were only ten meters apart.
The two of them had been confronting each other for four minutes.
"Now that I'm here, I should go in and light some incense for your son, right?"
Chen Zong was carrying the coffin and said with a faint look.
Huang Zhengming's face was cold, and a terrifying aura flashed in his pupils.
He moved slowly and got out of the way.
"You are self-aware."
Offering incense to your son... represents respect for the deceased.
In this case, Huang Zhengming...has no need to stop it.
It seems that at this moment, Chen Zongheng... finally gave in.
This actually saved him trouble.
After offering incense to his son, it was time for Chen Zongheng... to kneel down and chop off the head.
Use Chen Zongheng’s blood to pay homage to his son’s…spirit in heaven.
Chen Zongheng just like that, carrying the giant mahogany coffin, stepped up the steps step by step.
Walking towards the church door...
At this time, inside the church.
Hundreds of guests were present and seated.
In front of the church stage, Zhou Ruotong was holding the microphone and standing in front of the funeral platform, preparing to start the ceremony and preside over the funeral.
‘Bang.’ At this moment, the door of the church was suddenly pushed open!
Throughout the church, hundreds of guests... turned their heads and looked at the door in confusion and astonishment.
And when everyone's eyes... saw the figure at the door... everyone's heart trembled inexplicably.
All I saw was the door of the church.
A slender and burly figure stood like a stone sculpture.
He was in a straight suit, carrying a giant mahogany coffin on his shoulders, and walked slowly, step by step.
All the guests present looked strange and shocked.
Everyone was frightened by this scene.
This is the funeral site of Mr. Huang Er.
this.
This sudden appearance of a man in a suit, carrying a giant coffin, appeared in the church?!
What is this for?
Although, at the funeral, there will be guests giving gifts.
But, who would... deliver the coffin at the deceased's funeral?
This is an ominous sign.
This is simply making trouble.
Making trouble at the funeral of the second son of the Huang family...??!
In the church, the eyes of countless guests were cast on this young man.
However, many people present recognized Chen Zongheng.
They had... experienced the funeral of Mr. Huang's eldest son.
Many people have seen this Chen Zongheng with their own eyes.
This fair-skinned and elegant young man left an indelible impression on them.
Now, at this moment.
This young man with refined common people appears again??!
The pupils of the group of guests shrank, and a frightening thought appeared in their minds.
Could it be??!
The rumors about the sudden death of the second son of the Huang family...are they true??
There are rumors in the world that the second son of the Huang family... was killed by a young man and his head was beheaded on the spot.
But, that's just a rumor. Many people still don't believe it.
But at this moment, when Chen Zongheng appeared at the church carrying a giant coffin.
Those guests actually somewhat believed it!
Could it be that the second son of the Huang family... was really murdered?
Under the focus of hundreds of eyes.
Chen Zongheng carried the coffin and walked step by step towards the funeral platform of the church.
Wherever he passed, guests on both sides gave way.
He just stepped to the funeral table.
On stage.
Zhou Ruotong held the microphone in his hand, his pretty face was a little dull and dumbfounded, and he looked at the man in front of the stage in a daze.
How could she not know this man?
Isn't this the young man who sat at the same table with her at the farewell banquet of Mr. Huang Ergong three days ago?
That day, the young man made a big fuss at the Huang Family Tofu Banquet and left safely.
But now, he actually...came back again.
Come to attend the funeral of Mr. Huang?!
Chen Zong was carrying the coffin horizontally and looking at her vaguely.
"I said that today, three days later, you don't have to host this funeral." His voice was very calm, giving people an inexplicable sense of stability.
At this moment, Zhou Ruotong's pretty face... was even more shocked and stunned.
Is this what he said to himself at the Huang Family Tofu Banquet three days ago?
That day, Zhou Ruotong thought that this young man just said something casually.
But, I didn't expect that today... it would actually become true.
He is really here.
Moreover, fulfill your promise? Save yourself from having to host this funeral?
At this time, Zhou Ruotong was completely confused.
She just stood in front of the stage, holding the microphone in her hand a little unsteadily, staring blankly at the man in front of her.
Chen Zong stepped onto the funeral platform.
Then, he slowly lowered the giant redwood coffin.
The moment the thick and heavy coffin landed on the ground, it seemed as if the entire ground trembled slightly.
The hearts of all the guests present also trembled.
He handed the clean and tidy suit in his right hand to Zhou Ruotong.
"Help me get it for a while."
Zhou Ruotong was a little confused and confused, but still cautiously reached out and took his suit jacket.
At this time, groups of security members wearing tan uniforms were pouring in throughout the church.
In just a short moment, all the paths in the entire church were blocked.
Surrounded on all sides.
The situation has been decided. After he finishes offering incense, he will never be able to leave this church again.
On the funeral platform.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark, and he walked slowly... on his shiny black leather shoes to the golden ice coffin.
In the air, there was a soaring smell of corpses, which was disgusting.
But he seemed to regard it as nothing, his expression unchanged.
He slowly stretched out his hand and picked up a stick of incense from the altar.
Then, light it up.
But the key thing is...he actually only lit one stick of incense?
How can anyone offer incense to the deceased...just one stick??
When worshiping the deceased to show respect, they would...light three sticks of incense to worship.
The first root is respecting heaven.
The second root is respect to the ground.
The third root is to respect the dead.
This is the etiquette of three incense sticks.
But, he only lit one stick of incense? What kind of etiquette is this?
Who do you honor this incense stick to??
This is simply disrespectful to the deceased.
Chen Zong held up the solitary incense stick and slowly walked to the ice coffin with the golden carved dragon.
"You are so presumptuous! How can you only light one stick when offering incense to the deceased?!" Suddenly, a manager of the Huang family looked furious and stepped forward to scold him!
This is simply presumptuous!
Today, the Second Young Master has such a grand funeral. How can this person be rude?!
However, the moment the Huang family manager rushed forward and placed his palm on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.
Chen Zongheng suddenly stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly.
"puff!"
His index finger instantly penetrated the manager's trachea and throat.
The person in charge's body trembled suddenly and his pupils widened.
A bloody hole the size of a finger instantly appeared on his trachea.
Blood spurts out like spring water!
"Uh..." He trembled and tried to cover his neck with his hands, but it didn't help. Blood stained his hands red and couldn't stop spurting out.
"Bang." His body fell to the ground, blood staining the ground red.
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